What an infernal tumult, and how sweet to the ear of a Gaul! By the bones of our fathers the music and the sight were magnificent! The neighing of horses, the bellowing of cattle, the imprecations of the Franks, the cries of the wounded leudes whom the flaming ruins burned, or rolled down upon and crushed! And what a beautiful illumination lighted the tableau--a ruddy flamboyant light! The two sons of old Karadeucq whom the slaves were carrying on their backs, as well as little Odille, in the arms of the Master of the Hounds, finally crossed the bridge over the fosse, closely preceded and followed by all the Vagres and the revolted slaves who joined them. They had all successfully threaded their way through the crowds of scurrying Franks around the burning buildings. After the troop of Karadeucq was safely on the other side a vigorous shove threw the keeper off the bridge down into the fosse, in the bottom of which he disappeared. "Are we all outside of the enclosure of the burg?" asked old Karadeucq. "Yes, all--all!" "Now let us cut down the bridge; I have broken down the chains that hold it on the other side; if the Franks take it into their heads to pursue us we shall have a long lead over them. Once we reach the forest, then, good bye Franks! Long live the Vagrery and old Gaul! Oh, my sons, you are now free from danger! Ronan, Loysik, one more embrace, my sons!" "By the sacred joy of this father and his two sons, beautiful bishopess, you are my wife. I shall not leave you unto death!" "Loysik, you said to me this very night in the prison, 'Fulvia, if you were free to-day and met the Master of the Hounds, also free, what would you answer if he asked you to be his wife?' Being now free," added the bishopess turning towards the Vagre, "I shall be your devoted wife and a true mother if God should grant us children." "And you, little Odille, you have neither father nor mother left, will you have Ronan for husband, if you survive your wounds?" "Ronan, even if I were dead, the hope of being your wife would raise me from my grave!" CHAPTER X. COUNT AND VAGRE. With Loysik and Ronan on the shoulders of their companions and little Odille in the arms of the Master of the Hounds, the Vagres and the revolted slaves hastened to reach the forest. The rear of the fleeing troop was brought up by four Vagres, panting for breath and bent down by a heavy bundle that they carried between them. It was a large coarse cloth wound around a gagged and firmly bound man, whose head was additionally wrapped in a jacket. "Who is that man, my brave Master of the Hounds? Do you know?" asked Ronan. "It is Count Neroweg, whom your father dexterously kidnapped from the very midst of the leudes with the aid of two of his comrades." "Neroweg in our power! In the power of Ronan, Loysik and Karadeucq, the descendants of Schanvoch! Heaven and earth!" "Hello, old Karadeucq, come this way--Ronan will not believe that we kidnapped the Frankish wild-boar."